Daddy’s Girls

Jim recently came into the living room to investigate why the girls were hollering, and found me struggling to contain the two wailing wiggle-worms in my arms. I think he must have read the look of exasperation and frustration in my eyes, and he calmly plucked the girls from my tired grasp, sat down on the carpet, and plunked them into his lap. Usually, when the girls are fussy, they like to be nestled close to our chests and rocked into submission. So when I saw his intended position, I expected loud protests to follow. However, once the girls heard their beloved dad’s soothing voice, they calmed themselves and looked around in utter contentment. And although I was a bit jealous that it took Jim only a minute to achieve the state of peace I had been working toward for an hour, I felt more relief and gratitude than anything else. I suspect that the girls’ affection for their father will only increase as they get bigger. I fondly remember spending my childhood evenings eagerly awaiting my own father’s arrival home from work. As soon as he placed his briefcase on the tile floor of the foyer, his arms were all ours! I look forward to our girls experiencing that same excitement at their dad’s homecoming. Even now, in their limited state of awareness, Rebecca and Susanna are definitely daddy’s girls, and I couldn’t be happier. There’s no better place than in daddy’s arms – or in this case, his lap! 🙂